LOGANNNNNNN

LOGANNNNNNN

BABY ANGEL I SWEAR HE HAS ONLY EYES FOR YOUUUUUU

Do you have a snippet of Logan getting jealous we could see? If not, could we see Rafe getting jealous/territorial?

Oooooh. Ok—ok, I see you. 😆😉

18 + MDNI | language, mentions of sex, jealousy, self deprecation.

Logan could feel the muscles in her arms working as she shook the cocktail shaker, scanning the area like she normally did, taking a mental count of the amount of people, who had drinks, who didn’t, and who would be approaching soon. She used to scan for attractive guys who might hand over a few more bills if she flirted or smiled at them, but due to the man about thirty feet away, leaning against one of the high top tables, she didn’t have much interest in doing that tonight.

He looked good, dressed in all black, the shiny tuxedo stripe along the side of his pants catching in the light. He wore his rings, the same ones that had left light indentations along her inner thigh the night before, but it was the small gold band he had on his pinky that made her heart palpitate.

“What’s with the smile?”

Logan glanced over at Amy, watching her friend lift a carefully sculpted eyebrow, “Nothing. Just thinking of a funny story.”

“Uh-huh,” Amy rolled her eyes but left it alone, knowing that when Logan latched on to a secret, it would be a cold day in hell before she spilled, “whatever you say, Lo.”

Logan busied herself with pouring the blush colored liquid, handing it off to one of the waiting servers and as she took a few seconds to breathe and wipe down the bar, she did a double take back in Rafe’s direction.

He was talking with a few guys she knew he’d gone to school with, but it was the beautiful blonde approaching that kept her attention. She was tall, nearly as tall as Rafe in the Louboutins she wore and Logan bit her lip hard as she watched the girl slide her hand along Rafe’s bicep, the other two guys he was in mid-conversation with offering a friendly smile and greeting. Clearly they all knew each other and it was then that reality slammed into her harder than anything she’d ever experienced.

Her stomach dropped and heart lurched, her neck heating too quickly as she realized she wasn’t part of that world. And no matter how many times Rafe paid for a nice dinner or fixed her car, she never would be.

The woman, who was currently resting her beautifully manicured hand along Rafe’s shoulder as they all spoke, was gorgeous. Her hair was highlighted flawlessly, curled to perfection down her back in a way Logan was almost sure she hadn’t seen since she watched the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

Her makeup was expertly applied, the winged eyeliner identical and sharp on both sides, her lipstick the perfect shade of red to match her skin tone. Logan ran her eyes down the woman, taking in the way the black sequined dress both hung off and hugged her figure as if the dress itself was made for her, the muscles in her legs some that would rival those of any runway model.

Logan could see her jewelry from here, could see that it was designer, each piece more than her monthly rent, hell, the scratch and scuff free red-bottoms punctuated her wealth.

She was very well the opposite of everything Logan had to offer. Fading brown box dye covered her strands with roots that were starting to become an issue, eyeliner that never looked like the same person applied it, let alone identical, and costume jewelry that no doubt was turning Rafe’s finger green with each passing second.

“Are you alright?” Logan inhaled sharply, eyes finding Amy as her friend set down the jigger she was using, a heavy frown crossing her forehead, “Lo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Logan’s response was too quick, too watery, the underwire of the new bra she bought for tonight digging uncomfortably into her ribcage and making it hard to take a deep breath, “I’m fine.”

“The hell you are.” Amy glanced around, as if she were trying to figure out what set her normally unshakable friend off, “Is it Chris? I was afraid he’d be here—”

“No,” Logan shook her head, “no. God no. I haven’t seen him.”

“Then—”

“I um—” Logan ran a hand along the back of her neck, feeling the warm and sweaty skin, “Can I take five? I need a cigarette.”

“I thought you were trying to quit—“

“Amy.” Logan inhaled sharply, “please. Just let me take a fucking minute.”

Amy nodded and Logan almost died of embarrassment right there when she turned around right into a server carrying a tray of empty glasses. Two or three knocked into each other, and despite him trying to catch them, two more plummeted to the ground before shattering into several pieces, everyone in the area, including Rafe and his friends, turning to look at the scene.

Logan closed her eyes tightly. “Fuck.”

We’re shouting and screaming, your majesty

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(Perhaps you've got ideas for Jon Snow/Jaime Lannister/Robb Stark imagines?)

Logan @ Rafe’s “mY fAtHeR wiLl HeAr AbOuT tHiS”

Are you able to give us one last snippet of Wilds Winds? I've been loving the last few! It's absolutely okay if you can't though! Only if you want to 💖

Yes!! Let's do another!! I'm so glad you're loving it!!

18+ | MDNI | References to canon drug use and underage drinking.

It wasn’t long before a third person joined Topper and Kelce at the end of the bar, the boys clapping hands and giving one armed hugs, greeting each other loudly. A glance to her left told her it was nineteen year old Rafe Cameron, recently back from his first year at UNC-Chapel Hill. Although, rumor has it that it was his first and only year at college. Apparently the university had a zero tolerance policy on finding coke in their student’s dorms, even if it was during the end of the year bash. 

He rested his hands flat on the bar, half smile across his face as he listened to whatever Kelce was animatedly telling him, both high school boys excited to talk to someone older. While they told their story, laughing and nudging each other with the backs of their hands, Rafe’s eyes wandered slightly, only a little unfocused as he took in his surroundings. Logan reached down to grab onto one of the cocktail glasses, pouring the measured gin into the glass when she felt his eyes on her. 

She turned her head, meeting his gaze briefly before reaching for one of the long spoons to stir the drink with when his voice sounded from the far end of the bar, successfully cutting Kelce’s story off. “Logan!” She passed off the beverage to one of the pool-side servers when she was done with it, smiling kindly at the girl before she tossed an unamused look towards the boys. “Did you suddenly age two years, Rafe?”

“Cute,” he called back, leaning his forearms onto the bar, smile still pulling at his lips, his hand lifting to brush his hair back and out of his eyes, “What do you have on tap?”

Logan glanced towards the bar, eyes running across her beer selection before she turned back to him, “Water.”

Kelce and Topper cackled and hooted beside him, the former reaching over to slap Rafe across the back, “Tough luck, Rafe. Look, there’s a new girl inside who doesn’t card. She made me a spicy marg last week…”

Kelce and Topper wandered off but Rafe remained leaning against the bar, his eyes trained on her, watching as she reached down to grab one of the pint glasses and filled it up. She slid it down the bar to him, the liquid sloshing over the side as she reached down to grab one of the tiny paper umbrellas she used for the fruity and blended drinks, “Would an umbrella make you feel better?”

Rafe picked up the glass, taking a sip of the water as he walked around the bar, sliding the glass along with it until he reached her, “You know what’s gonna happen, right?”

“What?” Logan rested her elbows on the bar, chin placed delicately in the palm of her hand as she humored him, “I’m going to stay out of jail and not lose my liquor license?”

“You’re gonna pour me that beer,” Rafe held her gaze and she lifted her eyebrows. “We all know how this works here. You’re the only one who refuses to cooperate. You think the club manager’s gonna be happy when he gets a call from the Cameron family about not being served?”

“I could call the police.”

“Yeah and you’ll lose your job and any other you have on the island.” He pushed the water back towards her before his blue eyes met hers, “Pour the drink, Logan, and I’ll still tip you.”

She watched him pull his wallet out, Benjamin Franklin’s face flashing her direction before he placed it on the bar and shoved it towards her. Logan reached forward to grab onto the bill, dragging it towards her before she reached down and grabbed another pint glass. She had to turn her back on Rafe to fill it, making sure to block his view of what she was doing as she poured the non-alcoholic beer into the glass. When she spun back around and placed Rafe’s drink back on the bar, she only smiled politely as he took it from her, their eyes meeting once more, her voice low enough only he could hear, “You’ve got a bit of cocaine around your left nostril. Just FYI.”

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR

i can’t tell you how many times I’ve read the wild wind chapters and snippets. do you think we could get one with Logan calling Rafe daddy? 🫣😳

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! That means so much!! Thank you!

And yes, I think we can! With all the new Drew content, we can definitely celebrate. 🤣

18+ MDNI | Sex, breath play, daddy kink, pure filth, and everything in between.

“Rafe…”

“Want you to be my good girl this morning, Lo.” Rafe’s voice was deep and thick with sleep, just a hint of his accent coming through, the one he lost the higher up the sun went as his expensive schooling took over, “Can you do that for me, doll?”

Logan nodded, her hips shifting to try to get his fingers where she needed them, but he only pulled his hand away, sitting up on his elbow so that he could move the sheets off them, the chilly air hitting her skin. He drug his hand up her leg before curving over the swell of her ass, his other pushing the waistband of his boxers down.

Logan whined when she felt his hard length against her thigh, his smooth head running back and forth between her lips and she arched her back, one hand coming to slide up the back of his neck and into his hair while the other gently cupped her breast.

“I love when you touch yourself,” Rafe groaned as he watched her play with her nipple, the piercing visible through the sheerness of her nightgown, “gets me so hard.”

“Maybe…” Logan felt a soft pant escape her mouth when Rafe parted her legs, the thick head of his cock nudging her entrance as he teased her. Still on her side with him half above and half beside her, she drug his head back down to hers to kiss him, nipping his bottom lip teasingly, “You should get your phone then, daddy.”

Rafe bucked into her and Logan kissed him harder, their kiss much hotter, all tongue and teeth until they parted. Rafe kissed her nose, running it along hers as he asked, “Are you sure?”

Logan nodded and her heart swelled at him checking in, gently tucking some of his wild hair behind his ear, “I’m very sure.”

Rafe turned to grab his phone, and Logan watched him navigate his way to the camera, her nails raking up and down his arm, massaging his bicep as he worked to prop it up opposite of them and when he hit record she could feel just how turned on he was between her legs.

They kissed slowly, Logan kissing him thoroughly and when Rafe’s hand slid along her throat he squeezed it lightly, her fingers lost in his hair as he kissed his way down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. He nudged the strap down, the material loose enough that it drooped and he gently pulled it further down, exposing her breast to the air and camera, Logan moaning her approval when he twisted her piercing.

He glanced up from her breast to make sure he had it in frame, pawing, squeezing, and stroking her as she pressed her legs together, his cock bobbing against her leg. Logan arched her back more, one hand sliding behind her to grasp him in her hand, massaging his damp tip as he flattened his hand on her stomach, lips dragging back over her shoulder.

She opened her legs, confirming that the camera could see it all before she brushed herself against him, Rafe groaning as he worked to line himself up, swiping along her to confirm she was ready before he plunged inside her.

Logan cried out, hand gripping him by the back of his neck as he began moving, one hand still resting on her throat while the other gripped her ass, flattening out before a smack echoed around the room. She moaned loudly as he soothed the sting by gliding his hand over her cheek, and when she felt his breath against her ear she had to keep herself from finishing right there.

“So fuckin’ tight, Lo.” They moved faster with each other, the bed shaking as the headboard knocked into the wall, “So good for me.”

“Only you, daddy,” Logan squeezed him intentionally, “fucking me so good…”

Rafe groaned, hips rocking and Logan reached for the phone, holding it to get a better angle.

I NEED THIS SOTRY YESTERDAY KATE

Can we get a snippet of jealous Rafe? 😮‍💨

We can do that!!

18+ | MDNI | Suggestive flirting, language, just a shake of spice 😉

“This better not become a regular thi—”

Logan wasn’t able to finish her thought, Rafe’s hand sliding along the front of her throat, tilting her head back as his lips moved from her neck to her ear. Her mouth opened slightly when he squeezed and she may have been embarrassed by the breathy moan that escaped if she hadn’t been so turned on.

Her hands rested on his hips, fingers tugging on the hem of his polo before running under the material to feel his warm skin, automatically pulling him tighter against her, Rafe groaning into her ear when she did.

“What’s his name?”

She could feel his teeth along her lobe and her eyes fluttered closed when he turned her head again, lips reattaching to the spot below her ear that she knew was already red.

Logan bit her lip, pretty sure her eyes were about to roll back if he kept sucking on her neck like that, “Who?”

Rafe chuckled and Logan moaned again when he squeezed her neck, cool rings brushing against the sensitive skin there. He pulled his face away, hovering over her in a way that would have been menacing if she didn’t know better, “Exactly.”

He drug his nose along hers and Logan parted her lips when his hand shifted further up her throat, thumb brushing along her bottom lip before he slipped it inside, pupils dilating when she sucked on it lightly before saying, “I have to make tips, Rafe…”

Rafe shook his head no, forehead resting against hers as her arms wound around his waist, hugging him as her wrists locked at the small of his back. “Fuck that,” he said, “if one more douche asks for your number...”

Logan nipped his lower lip before soothing it with her tongue, “Anyone ever tell you that you’re kinda cute all jealous?”

Rafe lifted his hand to brush his thumb along the angry red mark he sucked onto her skin after one of the tourons dressed in an IZOD touched her elbow, leaning across the bar before he asked what time she got off. “Gotta let everyone know you’re not interested, don’t I?”

“I don’t know…” Logan searched his eyes when he pulled away, “He said he rented a BMW…” Logan’s sentence was cut off, laughter filtering out of her mouth as Rafe slapped her ass warningly, her hands flattening along his back before traveling up and over his shoulders, “Kiss me and remind me why I’m not interested.”

*FACE DOWN FISTING BANGING THE TABLE* YESSSSSSSSSS

LET’S GO RAFE, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”